w00t w00t booyah

I feel you. I've actually got enamel damage from my many years of braces, am facing gum surgery if I ever get insurance again, and my Mom is calling me weekly to swear at how much she just had to pay the dentist and surgeon and so on for her implants. And my poor Mom - who is due to have her cataracts taken out in a month, which got pushed back partly due to funerals and dental costs - just scraped the fender of a dentist's wife's car in the parking lot. Dentist's wife is having a hissy fit over this minor scratch. (You know those scratches that any sensible old car would have buffed out of the chrome bumper, and that modern cars require a whole new bumper for? Yeah.) (Fortunately it's the other dentist rather than Mom's dentist, his partner.) Mom, who has never had to make a car insurance claim in her entire life, is mortified and annoyed. Fortunately her car insurance guy is taking care of the hissy fit for her, but I'm certainly in a dentist-kicking mood.

And so not in the mood to hear about the terrible things that will happen to me. Hi, I'm already in a fucking wheelchair, think my gum health is my first priority? Right.